and as years have passed...

It was an common occurrence for Anya to be in the shop during the early hours of the evening. After all, it was her shop and her business and the assistant she had afternoon classes at the local wizard college. The evening was slow and the ex-hrabrost decided on taking a seat in one of the couches and reading one of newest books that had shipped in earlier that day. Having some kettle and a cup of tea in front of her, she began to read the book.

And after being so intrigued by it for a while, she hadn't realized of the people who had entered her store.

Frodo looked around the Mystic Alley as though he was seeing the place for the first place. Granted, it had been a while since he had gone out anywhere other than to work, but today, he got a few hours free since there were more employees present at the moment. He saw that most of the shops were crowded and he couldn't even make it past the door.

After a while of walking, he reached a bookstore and his interest perked up. He opened the door and was surprised to find the place nearly empty. He spotted a familiar brunette and his eyes widened.

"Anya? Is that...?" He managed to ask in shock and he smiled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

It was the first time Lena had exited the house as a married woman. The ring was glinting in the sun, a fact that she was proud of. Of course, being a married woman actually made staying undercover all the more difficult. Thankfully she still had the doses of Polyjuice needed to complete trips across the city without changing back into her form.

She made her way towards her best friend's bookshop, though it took a while because she'd been isolated for what felt like years. She got lost in the alley right next to the bookshop, though she was thankful that the store managed to retain its familiar exterior.

"Hello?" Lena called, and was surprised to find both Frodo and Anya there. "You guuuuuys!" she squealed, running across the store to meet her friends, "didn't you hear? Didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?" Kait asked, as she walked into the store. A day ago, she had heard that an Anastasia was running a shop, and had to ask if it was the Anastasia from the Seven Devils. She hadn't talked to her in such a long time - the whole rebel thing was taking a lot of her time, and spending time with Nicholas.

Grinning, the woman's small figured jumped onto the front desk and laid there. The once-red head hadn't changed much on the outside. Kait was still that hyper person who nobody could control.